Everyone lets out a first cry in joy on the day they’re born,
Souls that conceived and gave birth to a mission called despair,
People’s hearts were lost long ago and even breathing is difficult,
Loving oneself by looking down on the weak after jeering at them

Piercing words with a touch of sarcasm are painful,
See, before you know it the fangs are aimed at your wrists and you’re being eaten up

I’m looking for myself
The pointless lives and deaths of greedy people are
a Chain reaction of irrationality and tragedy

Though everyone desires unrestrained freedom,
they’re frightened by the anxiety called loneliness
and become parasites on other people

I want to reach out…but the one doing the avoiding is me,
See, before you know it you’re intoxicated by self-hurt and sadness

I’m looking for myself
The pointless lives and deaths of greedy people are
a Chain reaction of irrationality and tragedy